Book I'll Show You Mine Novels & Stories

⸻ A book floated toward Ilyaan. ⸻ Its cover contained no title. No symbols. No words. ⸻ Just silver light. ⸻ “Open it.” She whispered. ⸻ Ilyaan hesitated. ⸻ Then slowly opened the book. ⸻ Immediately— A forgotten memory appeared. ⚡ ⸻ A little boy sitting alone beneath a silver tree. 🌳✨ ⸻ The same tree from Memory Zero. ⸻ The same tree from the beginning.

He said one little thing and I spun it out of control, thinking there was an actual reason for him not wanting to get involved with me. God, I'm an idiot. As I'm about to return the papers to the drawer, I notice a small white square on the bottom of the flat wooden surface. I tug it free. One of the corners sticks and the edge rips off. Flipping it over, I see that it's a photograph. The first one I've seen in this apartment. In the darkness, I make out the faint image of a person. Maybe two. I walk over to the window and tilt the picture until light hits it.

I whispered, standing up, knocking the chair back. “You have found it.” The words of that weird voice rang in my mind. Is this actually the book that it wanted to show me? But how is this gonna help me? It’s all blank?

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

My fingers wrapped themselves upon the thin parchment paper of the book that I was reading as I flipped it over and over. “This is useless,” I muttered. “What’s useless, sis?” Byron plopped himself down on the ground with me. “This book that Trei gave us yesterday,” I told him and showed him the hardcover of the book. “Do you think he got scared? I mean, even he did not escort us today.” He laid his back on the cold metal wall behind us.

Jane. I looked back at the sealed book, its faint glow pulsing like it was listening. “I need to get this to her,” I muttered. “Now.”

He doesn’t show it to me, flipping through it himself. When he turns to show it to me, the book is named Gluttony. “I knew I’ve heard that name before. Revel is a Sin; Gluttony to be exact. Can you tell me if the man you spoke to looked like this?” he asks, leaning over to hand me the book. Swallowing nervously, I glance down at the illustration. There’s no doubting it’s him.

“It’s my life they’re ripping apart. I can’t just look away.” His jaw tightened. “You don’t have to fight them alone anymore.” Something inside me twisted. I wanted to believe him. I really did. But I didn’t know how not to fight alone. That skill—the ability to endure in silence—was the only thing that had ever kept me alive. That evening, Maya explored the massive library, her laughter mingling with Marcus’s exaggerated stories about Adrian’s “secret billionaire quirks.” Their laughter filled the halls like sunlight, light and warm and temporary. For a moment, I could almost pretend we were safe.

I asked, “All done?” He nodded and replied, “Now, I am all yours.” The chapter Mine Till The End has now been edited. If it isn't showing, re-add the book in your library, make sure to d******d the chapters before doing that. Thank you for being patient.

“Then she’d better decide fast if she wants to stay that way.” My chest tightened. The room felt smaller. I could still smell the faint burn of whiskey, the smoke from Luca’s lighter. I wanted to tell them I hadn’t meant to hear, that I would forget everything. But there was no such thing as forgetting here. Joey reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin black leather-bound book. He set it on the desk, flipping it open to a page that looked older than the rest. “Say her name.” “Mina,” Luca said tightly.